Thursday, October 29, 2009
There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.
Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window.
Shocking, isn’t it?
However, it is apt!
Samhain, Nos Galan Gaeaf, Hop-tu-Naa, All Saints, All Hallows, Hallowmas, Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN. It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season.
No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.]
Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darker half"? It is only Spring here people, and despite all impressions otherwise, Australians are not that stupid.
Well, Tasmanian’s aren’t.
Some Tasmanian’s aren’t.
Well I’m not.
I’ll get my coat.
Here’s a photo of Ez getting into the Samhain spirit to make up for it: